I'm a mystical silvery disco man
I'm a lip-licking lizard man
I'm New England's leather man
who is born from joy all over again
You knew me earlier as Markku
that boy doesn't exist anymore
you tore a page of your memory book
I'm out of your mind entirely
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Past man
is history
Past man
is history
Sugarbeet doesn't interest me
I won't go to the institute at fall
I haven't hunt for years
I don't want to grab a gun
I've got a synthesizer and guitar and amp
rose design on my lace curtains
I've got a past world in my room
I've got a brilliant future
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My dad used to carve wooden men
I found a wooden woman from the field
even a spearhead I found and lost
I carve my own men on vinyl
And when you once open the radio
you hear something strangely familiar, beautiful
that you think, you have once known
that you thought, you were able to forget
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I'm a mystical silvery disco man
I'm a lip-licking lizard man
I'm New England's leather man
who is born from joy all over again